It is I, Jjah-Jjah! And if I hear one thing about how long its taken me to
get this frikken chapter up, I'll come to your house in the middle of the
night and rip off you face. . .
Life sucks! I just wrote this chapter in the midst of nausea and a migraine; I hope you're happy. . .
Ed: I think they are.
JJ: Shut up! No one asked you, you purple, bent beaked, feather-mite conductor!
Ed: I'm a flamingo! What do you want from me?! I'm leaving now! Do your own frikken promos!
Whatever. Anyhoo, my recent conquests are finding out about the joys or static electricity, the Atlanta Bread Co., Care Bears: the movie, and four day weekends. Moving on. . .
Taineyah: I'm not in an institution, but I have had people do tests on me. He should be bitten and tortured. Arrrgh! He should die! Anyway, whether or not Jillian was in the present is open to debate. It's meant to be confusing.
roguehobbit: Thank you! I'm good at writing songs. Yes, he is a teacher. US Government. Thanks for your sympathy, but what I really need is a good hitman.
Storm-Pietro: Thanks! I was feeling unusually poetic when I wrote that sentence.
Goddess of darkness3: Todd/Wanda.. Erm. Well.. Maybe. It's not like there are a whole lot of interested guys to pair her with.
A girl and her muses: When do we get to meet Jillian? *Insert evil laugh here* We shall see. If the chapter name is any hint. . .
Ok! End of reviews! I forgot to put in the stupid disclaimer last time so here ya go!
Disclaimer: I am sick and miserable at home with no reading material and a splitting head-ache. If I did own X-men, I would sell it for money to buy painkillers, or a large mallet to knock myself out with. The end.
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***Chapter Six: The Importance of Rain.
Wanda shook the water out of her hair and draped her coat over her dresser. Rain tapped at the window as if it were trying to get in. She sighed and began taking off her make-up. Then she looked in the cracked mirror and made a face. Perhaps more dreams would come tonight. If it had not been raining so hard, if it had not been so cold, then maybe she would have stayed out all night, but the rain had driven her in.
Rain. Rain had some kind of meaning. . . Didn't it?
She yawned, changed into her nightclothes, and collapsed onto the bed, setting the mattress springing. It was cold outside, but it was sweltering in the house. Wanda kicked the blankets off her bed and lied there.
She lay there and no sleep came. She was more awake than she had ever been. An hour passed, and she was still starring at the ceiling. No visions. No dreams. A feeling of deep disappointment washed over her as she realized that no more visions were coming. And that was when it happened.
Suddenly, Wanda felt numb all over and she couldn't move. It was like being shocked. Her joints began to ache and her pupils dilated painfully. Her entire body then went rigid. She let out a painful, ragged breath and tried to scream, but no sound came out. She could hear another voice screaming. Colors clashed and blended and ripped each other apart in front of her open eyes before fading into a soothing shade of red. . .
***
*Of course, you realize, this isn't what you think.*
Laughter rippled through the air and Wanda stared at the ceiling. A fluorescent light was hanging there and it burned her eyes if she looked at it for too long. She had been looking at it for the past ten minutes. She looked away, and all she could see were green and red spots, beautiful colors, swimming across her burning eyes. Tears ran down and she looked around the room with blind eyes.
*Exactly what are you seeing?*
"Colors."
*Colors?*
"Yes colors. This must be what they look like on the outside. Beautiful and vivid like this."
*If they're so beautiful, then why are you crying?*
"Because it hurts."
***
*No you're not.*
"What did you say?"
*I said, no you're not all alone, because I'm here too.*
***
Wanda giggled as her father spun her around. It had been a wonderful day at the park. Pietro had stayed home today; it was purely a father- daughter outing. Before long, he bought her a lollypop from a vendor. She held it clutched in her hand as they rode the merry go round, the cheerful music pulsing in her ears.
***
*At least children admit they're children.*
***
A young Wanda stood in front of a window. Rain covered the glass thickly, but strangely, no sound of rain could be heard, whatsoever. The water was so thick, she couldn't even see through the window. All she could see were blurry muted shapes and her own reflection. Light shone through the window. Pale blue light. Everything was blue.
***
The cheerful music was surrounding everything. Wanda felt as if she could stay on the merry-go-round forever. The wind pulled at her hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her father perched on the horse behind her, a contented smile on his face. Wanda frowned.
That smile. Why did it seem so out of place? That smile had no business being on his face at all. Why?
All of a sudden the ride began to shake and the music took on a broken tone. The yellow horse she had been riding suddenly turned a brilliant shade of red and twisted its wooden head around to look at her. Its eyes glowed and she screamed.
It was like something out of a horror movie or nightmare. The colorful canopy of the merry-go- round split, and the red horse's legs creaked as they began to grow, carrying her to a dizzying height. The sky that had been sunny was now blanketed with dark clouds and the wind began to howl. It tore at her clothes and hair. She looked down and saw her father; just standing there, staring up at her.
"Father! Help me, I'm scared!" She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He simply looked at her, his face striped with shadows, the strange contented smile still on his face. Then he turned. . .
And walked away. . .
"No!" Wanda screamed. The horse rose into the clouds and the ground passed out of sight.
As soon as the stormy clouds obscured everything, the horse's legs, which had been still on the ground, returned to their normal length with a resounding snap. The wooden head once again turned to look at Wanda. White teeth bared and eyes glowing a nightmarish yellow. The girl returned its gaze, too frightened to look away.
"Are you scared?" The red horse asked, the voice throaty and unfamiliar.
Wanda could only nod.
"That's wise. You should be. . ."
With that said, the horse turned its attention back ahead of itself, and began galloping forward. They passed huge dark thunderhead clouds. Lightning flashed from within them and Wanda clutched at the horse's mane, only loosening her grip when she realized something was cutting into her palm. She looked down and realized she was holding the lollypop from earlier so hard, that blood was beginning to well up. She opened her hand, and the lollypop fell and disappeared. It felt so right. That lollypop never should have been there. She looked at the cut on her hand, and the blood that oozed from it. The blood did not seem out of place. So familiar. It fell on the horse's red shoulder, blending in perfectly.
Suddenly the horse swooped down, and the clouds parted for an instant. For a moment she could see the cold towers of some strange building. It looked like a prison. She could have sworn she had been there before. Then it was gone and the horse began gaining altitude again.
"Where are we going?" She asked the horse hesitantly.
It's head turned slightly towards her. Its eyes closed for a long moment and when they opened, instead of yellow, they were glowing ice blue.
"We're going to find Wanda." It said, the voice different than before and suddenly familiar.
***
"Jillian?!"
***
Strangers were pulling her into a very scary building. She struggled and cried out. She must have done something very bad indeed. Father had brought her and Pietro here saying only that they were going to go someplace fun. But now Pietro and her father stood across the street looking at her. It was raining and the rain was cold. All she wanted to do was get back in the car and go home. She looked at her family. They were looking at the ground.
Then her brother's eyes rose for a moment and met hers.
And she *knew*. . .
They were going to leave her here.
"No!" She screamed and suddenly began struggling even harder. Her twin's eyes sunk back down to the ground.
"No! Please! Father! Pie! Please don't leave me!" The strange men who smelled of a hospital's cleanliness began pulling her into the building with even more force.
"Please! I'll be good! I'll never do anything bad again! Please don't!"
The rain was cold and blinding and fell down like silver. Everything else was gray. Tears began to fall in profusion, adding to the silver. Her tears, the rain, her brothers' hair, her fathers' hair. Everything was silver.
"Father!"
They pulled her into the building and started taking her up some stairs. She looked out the window and saw her father's car driving away.
"Father! Don't leave me!!"
***
*You have a right to be angry. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise.*
***
The walls of her cell screeched open. She could hear the hospital workers and security team warning each other to be careful. She wondered what they wanted this time.
*Xavier hasn't visited in a while. Maybe its him. . .*
Wanda snorted. She allowed herself to be trussed up in Bob, but began to struggle as soon as they took her out of the cell. Escape had recently become an obsession. She had to get out. If she didn't she really would go insane. It had been getting horrible lately. She couldn't take it anymore. Even Jillian, the ever-jovial one, had recognized the seriousness of the situation. The emotion strain of constant captivity was getting to be too much for Wanda. She had to get out. She had to. If the inside of her cell was really all she had to look forward to for the rest of her life, then life couldn't be worth living.
She had the means to kill herself. With her powers, how could she not? Everyone though her too obsessed with revenge to ever think of suicide. But if she couldn't get revenge, if she couldn't do anything, then. . . God! What other options were there?
She struggled and found she could move her hand. The buckles on the jacket melted away and with a jerk, everyone near her went flying in all directions. She stoically conducted a symphony of explosions and then ran towers the nearest door. She disposed of Bob's body and raised her hands forward. The door was closed, but it opened for Wanda, melting away at her command. She raced down the hall. There was a door. She raised her hands again and the door slammed against the wall.
Xavier was inside. He looked up, startled and scared. She wasn't surprised. She probably looked like she just ran out of the seventh depth of hell. But it wasn't Xavier that attracted her attention. Behind him was a window. A beautiful yellow window. She took a step forward, breathing heavily. So close. Freedom was just on the other side. Just a few steps and a thin pane of glass. Only a few steps farther. So very close.
*Look out!*
It was then that Xavier, genius that he was, decided to let loose one of those psychic blasts. Wanda cried out and fell to the floor, curling up in a corner. She felt the familiar sensation of her anger, her comfort, seeping out of her replaced by that intruding sense of calm. Oh, how she hated it.
"You seem very angry today." He started.
*Congratulations Professor Xavier! You've just won the understatement of the year award!*
"Just get, me, out." Wanda responded.
He looked guilty. "Wanda, you know there's always a place for you with my X-men, but right now I just can't risk it." He'd never risk it.
Wanda felt like screaming. Couldn't he see how much that statement hurt her? She mutely noticed a doctor arrive and tell Xavier that she needed more X-rays done.
*More x-rays? You're going to turn into Godzilla if you get much more exposure to radiation.*
Wanda said nothing. She was never getting out now. She walked down the halls with the doctor, docile as a lamb, as Xavier had instructed. They came to a security checkpoint, and as the doctor tried to get them through, one of the guards peered down at Wanda as if she were a monkey at the zoo. She ignored Jillian's suggestion to spit in his eye and followed the doctor's lead. Past radiology. . .
She looked up at the doctor for the first time, confusion and hope in her gaze. Jillian looked too and was silent. The doctor murmured words of reassurance, but Wanda didn't hear them. Her breathing became rapid, her excitement grew, and her control slipped as the doctor led her down the stairs towards the exit. The walls cracked and Wanda focused on the ray of yellow light coming from under the door.
The door swung open and as she stepped foot on the pavement and saw the sky stretching out endlessly above her, her control slipped completely. But standing there before her was an old woman enveloped in an elegant cloak. The woman reached for her and immediately began a beautiful chant in some strange language. A sense of calm washed over her, but it was completely different from Xavier's. Her anger was gone, but she still felt comforted and warm. It was as if someone had enveloped her in a hug and was whispering in her ear that everything was going to be all right. Everything left her mind, her anger, her sorrow, her pain, and Jillian. She barely noticed the doctor turn into a strange woman and then into a security guard. Then everything went blank.
***
"Can't you see how dangerous she is? She's like a witch with those powers!"
***
"Rage is strong, but you are stronger."
***
"Maybe you should try looking at things from his point of view."
"Monsters don't have a point of view!!!"
***
"I know how hard it must have been for you."
***
"You're just like him! You always were!"
***
"See only the beauty."
***
"He'll pay for what he did to me. . ."
***
The cell was dark, it was late, and Wanda was tired. She and Jillian had been up all night long planning yet another escape. Sleep would be fast in coming. She yawned, but just as she was about to drift off. . .
*Wanda?*
"What?"
*If you do get out. . . When you do get out. . . Will you come back and get me?*
Such a strange request. . .
"Sure."
*Really? You promise?*
"I promise."
***
She stood again in front of the blue window with the rain falling down. Light played through the water casting a rainbow of shades of blue. Then, the perfect silence was interrupted by a strange sound. She looked, and saw a crack forming, the light shining through ice blue in color. Then the crack grew, and grew, fragmenting out like a lightning bolt. Then the window shattered.
And she could see everything.
Every event, every true memory came flooding back to her in a rush. It was like adrenaline. She remembered her childhood in the asylum with Jillian, she remembered her desire for revenge, and she remembered Magneto capturing her and using one of his butt ugly henchmen to erase her memories and replace them with fake happy ones.
She smiled and then the strange rush of tearing colors hit her again with more force than it ever had before. . .
*Wanda! You promised! You left me here all alone!*
The scream ended on a despairing note and Wanda woke immediately.
***
Wanda shot off the bed, covered in a cold sweat her heart beating much faster than normal. Yes, now she remembered everything, but what she had just realized was completely sobering.
She got up and looked in the mirror. She was trembling. She could see her window's reflection. It was still raining. She had been abandoned all those years ago and now she had committed the same sin.
Jillian was not a figment of her imagination. Jillian was a real person who had been in that asylum with her. A real person who had shared her pain, comforted her, and been her only friend for all those horrible years. A real person that she had promised to come back for. A real person that she had abandoned. . .
"Oh, hell. . ."
***
All right. I'm in pain here, so pity me and write me a review! It's not like I'm asking you to donate blood or anything!
Life sucks! I just wrote this chapter in the midst of nausea and a migraine; I hope you're happy. . .
Ed: I think they are.
JJ: Shut up! No one asked you, you purple, bent beaked, feather-mite conductor!
Ed: I'm a flamingo! What do you want from me?! I'm leaving now! Do your own frikken promos!
Whatever. Anyhoo, my recent conquests are finding out about the joys or static electricity, the Atlanta Bread Co., Care Bears: the movie, and four day weekends. Moving on. . .
Taineyah: I'm not in an institution, but I have had people do tests on me. He should be bitten and tortured. Arrrgh! He should die! Anyway, whether or not Jillian was in the present is open to debate. It's meant to be confusing.
roguehobbit: Thank you! I'm good at writing songs. Yes, he is a teacher. US Government. Thanks for your sympathy, but what I really need is a good hitman.
Storm-Pietro: Thanks! I was feeling unusually poetic when I wrote that sentence.
Goddess of darkness3: Todd/Wanda.. Erm. Well.. Maybe. It's not like there are a whole lot of interested guys to pair her with.
A girl and her muses: When do we get to meet Jillian? *Insert evil laugh here* We shall see. If the chapter name is any hint. . .
Ok! End of reviews! I forgot to put in the stupid disclaimer last time so here ya go!
Disclaimer: I am sick and miserable at home with no reading material and a splitting head-ache. If I did own X-men, I would sell it for money to buy painkillers, or a large mallet to knock myself out with. The end.
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***Chapter Six: The Importance of Rain.
Wanda shook the water out of her hair and draped her coat over her dresser. Rain tapped at the window as if it were trying to get in. She sighed and began taking off her make-up. Then she looked in the cracked mirror and made a face. Perhaps more dreams would come tonight. If it had not been raining so hard, if it had not been so cold, then maybe she would have stayed out all night, but the rain had driven her in.
Rain. Rain had some kind of meaning. . . Didn't it?
She yawned, changed into her nightclothes, and collapsed onto the bed, setting the mattress springing. It was cold outside, but it was sweltering in the house. Wanda kicked the blankets off her bed and lied there.
She lay there and no sleep came. She was more awake than she had ever been. An hour passed, and she was still starring at the ceiling. No visions. No dreams. A feeling of deep disappointment washed over her as she realized that no more visions were coming. And that was when it happened.
Suddenly, Wanda felt numb all over and she couldn't move. It was like being shocked. Her joints began to ache and her pupils dilated painfully. Her entire body then went rigid. She let out a painful, ragged breath and tried to scream, but no sound came out. She could hear another voice screaming. Colors clashed and blended and ripped each other apart in front of her open eyes before fading into a soothing shade of red. . .
***
*Of course, you realize, this isn't what you think.*
Laughter rippled through the air and Wanda stared at the ceiling. A fluorescent light was hanging there and it burned her eyes if she looked at it for too long. She had been looking at it for the past ten minutes. She looked away, and all she could see were green and red spots, beautiful colors, swimming across her burning eyes. Tears ran down and she looked around the room with blind eyes.
*Exactly what are you seeing?*
"Colors."
*Colors?*
"Yes colors. This must be what they look like on the outside. Beautiful and vivid like this."
*If they're so beautiful, then why are you crying?*
"Because it hurts."
***
*No you're not.*
"What did you say?"
*I said, no you're not all alone, because I'm here too.*
***
Wanda giggled as her father spun her around. It had been a wonderful day at the park. Pietro had stayed home today; it was purely a father- daughter outing. Before long, he bought her a lollypop from a vendor. She held it clutched in her hand as they rode the merry go round, the cheerful music pulsing in her ears.
***
*At least children admit they're children.*
***
A young Wanda stood in front of a window. Rain covered the glass thickly, but strangely, no sound of rain could be heard, whatsoever. The water was so thick, she couldn't even see through the window. All she could see were blurry muted shapes and her own reflection. Light shone through the window. Pale blue light. Everything was blue.
***
The cheerful music was surrounding everything. Wanda felt as if she could stay on the merry-go-round forever. The wind pulled at her hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her father perched on the horse behind her, a contented smile on his face. Wanda frowned.
That smile. Why did it seem so out of place? That smile had no business being on his face at all. Why?
All of a sudden the ride began to shake and the music took on a broken tone. The yellow horse she had been riding suddenly turned a brilliant shade of red and twisted its wooden head around to look at her. Its eyes glowed and she screamed.
It was like something out of a horror movie or nightmare. The colorful canopy of the merry-go- round split, and the red horse's legs creaked as they began to grow, carrying her to a dizzying height. The sky that had been sunny was now blanketed with dark clouds and the wind began to howl. It tore at her clothes and hair. She looked down and saw her father; just standing there, staring up at her.
"Father! Help me, I'm scared!" She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.
He simply looked at her, his face striped with shadows, the strange contented smile still on his face. Then he turned. . .
And walked away. . .
"No!" Wanda screamed. The horse rose into the clouds and the ground passed out of sight.
As soon as the stormy clouds obscured everything, the horse's legs, which had been still on the ground, returned to their normal length with a resounding snap. The wooden head once again turned to look at Wanda. White teeth bared and eyes glowing a nightmarish yellow. The girl returned its gaze, too frightened to look away.
"Are you scared?" The red horse asked, the voice throaty and unfamiliar.
Wanda could only nod.
"That's wise. You should be. . ."
With that said, the horse turned its attention back ahead of itself, and began galloping forward. They passed huge dark thunderhead clouds. Lightning flashed from within them and Wanda clutched at the horse's mane, only loosening her grip when she realized something was cutting into her palm. She looked down and realized she was holding the lollypop from earlier so hard, that blood was beginning to well up. She opened her hand, and the lollypop fell and disappeared. It felt so right. That lollypop never should have been there. She looked at the cut on her hand, and the blood that oozed from it. The blood did not seem out of place. So familiar. It fell on the horse's red shoulder, blending in perfectly.
Suddenly the horse swooped down, and the clouds parted for an instant. For a moment she could see the cold towers of some strange building. It looked like a prison. She could have sworn she had been there before. Then it was gone and the horse began gaining altitude again.
"Where are we going?" She asked the horse hesitantly.
It's head turned slightly towards her. Its eyes closed for a long moment and when they opened, instead of yellow, they were glowing ice blue.
"We're going to find Wanda." It said, the voice different than before and suddenly familiar.
***
"Jillian?!"
***
Strangers were pulling her into a very scary building. She struggled and cried out. She must have done something very bad indeed. Father had brought her and Pietro here saying only that they were going to go someplace fun. But now Pietro and her father stood across the street looking at her. It was raining and the rain was cold. All she wanted to do was get back in the car and go home. She looked at her family. They were looking at the ground.
Then her brother's eyes rose for a moment and met hers.
And she *knew*. . .
They were going to leave her here.
"No!" She screamed and suddenly began struggling even harder. Her twin's eyes sunk back down to the ground.
"No! Please! Father! Pie! Please don't leave me!" The strange men who smelled of a hospital's cleanliness began pulling her into the building with even more force.
"Please! I'll be good! I'll never do anything bad again! Please don't!"
The rain was cold and blinding and fell down like silver. Everything else was gray. Tears began to fall in profusion, adding to the silver. Her tears, the rain, her brothers' hair, her fathers' hair. Everything was silver.
"Father!"
They pulled her into the building and started taking her up some stairs. She looked out the window and saw her father's car driving away.
"Father! Don't leave me!!"
***
*You have a right to be angry. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise.*
***
The walls of her cell screeched open. She could hear the hospital workers and security team warning each other to be careful. She wondered what they wanted this time.
*Xavier hasn't visited in a while. Maybe its him. . .*
Wanda snorted. She allowed herself to be trussed up in Bob, but began to struggle as soon as they took her out of the cell. Escape had recently become an obsession. She had to get out. If she didn't she really would go insane. It had been getting horrible lately. She couldn't take it anymore. Even Jillian, the ever-jovial one, had recognized the seriousness of the situation. The emotion strain of constant captivity was getting to be too much for Wanda. She had to get out. She had to. If the inside of her cell was really all she had to look forward to for the rest of her life, then life couldn't be worth living.
She had the means to kill herself. With her powers, how could she not? Everyone though her too obsessed with revenge to ever think of suicide. But if she couldn't get revenge, if she couldn't do anything, then. . . God! What other options were there?
She struggled and found she could move her hand. The buckles on the jacket melted away and with a jerk, everyone near her went flying in all directions. She stoically conducted a symphony of explosions and then ran towers the nearest door. She disposed of Bob's body and raised her hands forward. The door was closed, but it opened for Wanda, melting away at her command. She raced down the hall. There was a door. She raised her hands again and the door slammed against the wall.
Xavier was inside. He looked up, startled and scared. She wasn't surprised. She probably looked like she just ran out of the seventh depth of hell. But it wasn't Xavier that attracted her attention. Behind him was a window. A beautiful yellow window. She took a step forward, breathing heavily. So close. Freedom was just on the other side. Just a few steps and a thin pane of glass. Only a few steps farther. So very close.
*Look out!*
It was then that Xavier, genius that he was, decided to let loose one of those psychic blasts. Wanda cried out and fell to the floor, curling up in a corner. She felt the familiar sensation of her anger, her comfort, seeping out of her replaced by that intruding sense of calm. Oh, how she hated it.
"You seem very angry today." He started.
*Congratulations Professor Xavier! You've just won the understatement of the year award!*
"Just get, me, out." Wanda responded.
He looked guilty. "Wanda, you know there's always a place for you with my X-men, but right now I just can't risk it." He'd never risk it.
Wanda felt like screaming. Couldn't he see how much that statement hurt her? She mutely noticed a doctor arrive and tell Xavier that she needed more X-rays done.
*More x-rays? You're going to turn into Godzilla if you get much more exposure to radiation.*
Wanda said nothing. She was never getting out now. She walked down the halls with the doctor, docile as a lamb, as Xavier had instructed. They came to a security checkpoint, and as the doctor tried to get them through, one of the guards peered down at Wanda as if she were a monkey at the zoo. She ignored Jillian's suggestion to spit in his eye and followed the doctor's lead. Past radiology. . .
She looked up at the doctor for the first time, confusion and hope in her gaze. Jillian looked too and was silent. The doctor murmured words of reassurance, but Wanda didn't hear them. Her breathing became rapid, her excitement grew, and her control slipped as the doctor led her down the stairs towards the exit. The walls cracked and Wanda focused on the ray of yellow light coming from under the door.
The door swung open and as she stepped foot on the pavement and saw the sky stretching out endlessly above her, her control slipped completely. But standing there before her was an old woman enveloped in an elegant cloak. The woman reached for her and immediately began a beautiful chant in some strange language. A sense of calm washed over her, but it was completely different from Xavier's. Her anger was gone, but she still felt comforted and warm. It was as if someone had enveloped her in a hug and was whispering in her ear that everything was going to be all right. Everything left her mind, her anger, her sorrow, her pain, and Jillian. She barely noticed the doctor turn into a strange woman and then into a security guard. Then everything went blank.
***
"Can't you see how dangerous she is? She's like a witch with those powers!"
***
"Rage is strong, but you are stronger."
***
"Maybe you should try looking at things from his point of view."
"Monsters don't have a point of view!!!"
***
"I know how hard it must have been for you."
***
"You're just like him! You always were!"
***
"See only the beauty."
***
"He'll pay for what he did to me. . ."
***
The cell was dark, it was late, and Wanda was tired. She and Jillian had been up all night long planning yet another escape. Sleep would be fast in coming. She yawned, but just as she was about to drift off. . .
*Wanda?*
"What?"
*If you do get out. . . When you do get out. . . Will you come back and get me?*
Such a strange request. . .
"Sure."
*Really? You promise?*
"I promise."
***
She stood again in front of the blue window with the rain falling down. Light played through the water casting a rainbow of shades of blue. Then, the perfect silence was interrupted by a strange sound. She looked, and saw a crack forming, the light shining through ice blue in color. Then the crack grew, and grew, fragmenting out like a lightning bolt. Then the window shattered.
And she could see everything.
Every event, every true memory came flooding back to her in a rush. It was like adrenaline. She remembered her childhood in the asylum with Jillian, she remembered her desire for revenge, and she remembered Magneto capturing her and using one of his butt ugly henchmen to erase her memories and replace them with fake happy ones.
She smiled and then the strange rush of tearing colors hit her again with more force than it ever had before. . .
*Wanda! You promised! You left me here all alone!*
The scream ended on a despairing note and Wanda woke immediately.
***
Wanda shot off the bed, covered in a cold sweat her heart beating much faster than normal. Yes, now she remembered everything, but what she had just realized was completely sobering.
She got up and looked in the mirror. She was trembling. She could see her window's reflection. It was still raining. She had been abandoned all those years ago and now she had committed the same sin.
Jillian was not a figment of her imagination. Jillian was a real person who had been in that asylum with her. A real person who had shared her pain, comforted her, and been her only friend for all those horrible years. A real person that she had promised to come back for. A real person that she had abandoned. . .
"Oh, hell. . ."
***
All right. I'm in pain here, so pity me and write me a review! It's not like I'm asking you to donate blood or anything!